First Steps

“I hope you don’t mind. It was getting a bit warmer in here.” Medusa said with an amused smirk at his erection. Being a teenage boy, one of Soul’s weaknesses was his libido. She hadn’t missed the way her chest affected him and she had no doubt that seeing them uncovered would aid her attempts to steer this conversation where she wanted it to go.

One of Soul’s eyes twitched and a very tiny trickle of blood appeared at his nostril but he forcefully maintained his composure, “Nah. Whatever. Not sure the Academy would approve of this ah… shirtless examination.”

“Well, that’s one of the perks of doing the exam here. We can be more relaxed. I don’t have any nudity taboos and I’m sure you’re more comfortable if I share in the exposure.” She leaned forward, causing her breasts to hang and jounce against each other very…very distractingly. She dabbed at his face with her finger, “Your nose is bleeding. Are you feeling light headed?”

Her fingertip was lightly playing across his upper lip. He noted it was exceedingly difficult to make this look cool and collected as he replied, “No. Don’t worry about it. I guess you could say… I’m prone to ‘em.”

“I see.” Medusa smiled knowingly before dropping her finger to his bare chest and tracing it along his stitches. “These look clean and the suture appears whole.” Her hand trailed down the diagonal scar, getting ever closer to his navel. Soul felt an answering pulse in his loins as he watched the way her arm moved downward collapsing the side of one glorious jug causing it to collide with the other releasing a rain of jiggles. Oh man Oh man. I wish she’d tit-fuck me with those things! SHIT! Fuck. Why do I keep saying that?!

Medusa gave the swelling in his pants a closer look. Perhaps she needed to weld a stronger hold over him. Perhaps entangling him into an illicit relationship in which she could wield both guilt and desire as twin cudgels would produce swifter results. Between his loyalty to his meister and the precarious position he will have **** a dutiful academy nurse into, she had little doubt of her ability to manipulate him.

She gently rested a hand upon his lap before firmly gripping his cock through the jeans. Giving him a mild look of disapproval, she said, “Really Soul? Is this what you think of me?”

Medusa allowed him to sputter, enjoying how easily she shattered his carefully projected persona before continuing loudly over his explanations, “Very well. I suppose my duties involve all of my patient’s needs.”

Soul froze as her other hand joined the other and she began to unzip his jeans. Holy…was this illusion? Was this all in his head? Was it really making this happen? As she reached in, slipping her hand into the hole in his boxers, Soul was trying…trying really hard to say the words that would fix this….but for some reason he couldn’t quite do it. I wish… Oh fuck. Her oddly cold hand closed around his shaft causing him to hiss at the shocking sensation. I wish… Damn it! Just say it. She pulled his dick out into open air. His exuberant seven inch member strained and pulsed in her hand, looking positively tiny beneath her looming mammaries. I wish my dick matched her tits! DAMNIT What the fuck was wrong with him?!

Medusa watched his face and was quite delighted by the various emotions flashing across it; clearly her direct strike had totally sent him off balance. Feeling his cock press stronger against her palms, she looked down and arched an eyebrow as she realized he hadn’t yet reached his full potential. With each pump of her fists, his member swelled growing greater in both girth and length. Soon enough his impressive phallus was pushing its way into her deep cleavage all on its own. She shrugged inwardly; she hadn’t wanted to really touch it with her hands anyway. Her breasts were certainly substantial enough to provide enough degree of separation from the act for her peace of mind.

Soul goggled at the size of his dick but soon lost all ability to think clearly as Medusa pressed forward and squeezed it between her massive breasts. She then settled into a very slow rate of raising and lowering her tits around the stationary tower of his cock as she watched his face. She barely blinked but Soul couldn’t meet that gaze and looked down just watching and groaning as the soft incredible mammaries slid around his cock, feeling so much better than his hand ever had. Medusa maintained her rhythm over the course of the next five minutes never changing as Soul grew ever more vocal and frantic in his need for an orgasm. He felt on the edge…on this tantalizing edge, that if only she’d move a bit faster, become a bit rougher in her movements…that would be enough but the only thing that changed about the Academy Nurse was the way her lips quirked up into a small satisfied smirk as she watched Soul completely devolve.

Even when he started to demand…began to beg for release it did nothing to spur her on. If anything, that smirk grew. Finally Soul, utterly frustrated and in need of his climax, groaned, “OOoghh! I wish you’d do as I say!”